The food and restaurants of Tokyo and Japan.
Japan is one of those countries that the cuisine itself is a big appeal. Like France, Italy or Thailand people often travel to Japan with the main intent of their trip being to eat. We expected great food – and found it – what surprised me was how reasonably priced, often downright cheap, the food was. We often got two big rice bowls or noodle soup for dinner for less than $15. Obviously we weren’t hitting the high ends spots or the very best restaurants and I don’t doubt that you can spend some serious money (and be rewarded with some fantastically great food) but for what we were looking for – inexpensive authentic Japanese food that would please both kids and an adult – we found easily and cheaply.
The search for food. Walking the neighborhood where we were staying and looking for an appealing restaurant was a nightly ritual on our trip to Japan.
We made the mistake of ending up outside Tokyo station on a Sunday looking for a place to eat. Finding nothing open we wandered for a good hour and several miles before stumbling on a sushi bar and going to town.
We ate a ridiculous number of treats during the trip…
Who knew there were bakeries and donut shops at just about every subway station.
Many places had vending machines inside where you’d select your food then take it to the counter. It was nice because there were either small pictures above each button so you could at least guess at the contents of a meal or you could stand in front of the machine looking like a dumb tourist until someone came to your aid to show you which button corresponded with which meal.
We ate primarily Japanese food (for lunch and dinner) – except one night when the kids talked me into Indian food …
… and another when an Italian restaurant was just too close and easy to dismiss. (This didn’t stop Kipling from taking a break for a little nap.)
Sitting at the counter was fun. The kids got to watch the meals being prepared and I was able to point at dishes and say “Uhm, one of those please.”
Add the soy sauce …
… and then dig in.
Samuel tried his best with the chop sticks.
But would ditch them if he had to.
Kipling couldn’t get the chop sticks down, but shoveled well with his spoon.
My kids refer to all cereal as “Raisin Bran” which would confuse any server but doubly so for the unfortunate Japanese hosts that had to take our breakfast order. Here’s Samuel adapting the Japanese style of eating to a western breakfast.
Just the favorites during our last meal in Tokyo.